Light from the Darkness ch. 28

It was a mostly normal day at work. Running around like crazy, helping my team out, keeping everybody calm, putting out fires, etc. Halfway through the day, I got a text from Michelle, asking if I could stop by her house right after work and help her with something. I pressed her, trying to figure out what it was, but she wouldn't tell me. Knowing Michelle, I was instantly suspicious, but told her I would come.

An hour before I left, I went up to Taylor, my wife and Michelle's sister, and told her what Michelle wanted me to do and asked if she had any clue about it. With a mischievous look in her eyes, Taylor just shrugged and said I should be a good brother-in-law and go help her sister.

Right before I left, I kissed Taylor's forehead and told her goodbye. She simply said, "Have fun with Michelle. I can't wait to hear what happens."

As I drove the short distance to her house, I had a feeling what was going to happen.

Michelle answered in sleek, dark joggers and a fitted athleisure top with long sleeves and a high collar, zipped just low enough to suggest curves beneath. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and there was a sheen to her skin like she'd just finished a light workout. "Hey," she said, stepping back with that slow smirk. "Glad you could make it."

"Did I have a choice?" I laughed as I walked into her house.

"You always have a choice, Christopher," Michelle said as she led me into her kitchen and leaned against the counter. I briefly caught a glimpse of her cleavage before she asked, "So, just between you and me, who gives a better blowjob? Me or Taylor?"

I shook my head as I smiled and said, "Obviously, Taylor."

Michelle dropped her jaw in mock surprise and said, "From what I hear, she can't even take all of you down her throat."

"She makes up for it in other ways," I said.

"Oh yeah? Like all these kinks she's discovering? Being tied up? Cummed on? Outdoors? You know she tells me everything, right?" Michelle asked, a hint of knowing in her eyes.

I shrugged and said, "I figured she had to be getting the ideas from somewhere."

"Nope," Michelle said, starting to play with the zipper on her jacket. "It's all her. But, do you want to know what my kink is?"

"Seducing older, married men?" I teased her, as I twisted the wedding ring on my finger.

"Ish. Its in the danger. Doing things I'm not supposed to be doing. I bet you'd be shocked at the number of men I've slept with since I got married," Michelle said, leaving her zipper half undone, her sports bra clearly visible.

"Shock me," I told her.

Michelle sat on the edge of the kitchen counter, her legs swinging slightly, arms braced behind her, and asked, "You sure you want to know everything?"

"Yes. I do," I nodded.

Without hesitating and after a quiet laugh, she said, "You'd be number seven."

"Seven?" I questioned, wondering if I heard her right.

"Yeah." She glanced away, then back at me. "Ben was first. Assistant principal at my school. Older. Married. I was barely out of student teaching. He started out by complimenting my classroom. Stayed late to 'help' plan assemblies. First time happened six months into the job. Lasted a couple of years. Ended when he transferred schools."

I stayed silent, waiting.

"Derek came next. One-time thing. Girls trip to Scottsdale. Met him at the hotel bar. He was visiting from Chicago or something. We went back to his room. No last names. No numbers. Just one of those things I never talked about again," she said next, smiling at the memory.

I tilted my head and said "That doesn't seem like you."

"That's why I did it," she said with a half-shrug. "To see what it felt like to break the mold."

She rubbed her hands together before continuing, "Jason was too close. Lived a few streets away. Mutual friends with Adam. We started talking at a neighborhood BBQ. It happened three times, all quick, quiet. I ended it when his wife started asking too many questions about our conversations."

"Dangerous," I said.

She nodded in agreement, "And kind of addicting."

I stayed quiet. She took a breath and kept going.

"Riley was a student teacher assigned to my classroom last year. He was young, fresh out of college, constantly looking at me like I wasn't wearing a wedding ring. I told myself it was harmless. That ended after a few weeks. He started dropping hints like he wanted it to be something more," she said, adjusting a little and giving me a good view down her jacket.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did he ever say anything to the school?"

"No. I think he was more scared than I was," she admitted, another smile on her face.

She glanced down at her fingers before saying, "Miles was different. Not romantic. He was a counselor at a summer training for educators. We shared a few group sessions, then started messaging late at night. I gave in. It happened twice. Honestly? He made me feel seen. But he had his own family, and we both knew it couldn't last."

I waited. She looked up and finally said, "And then there was Cole. I met him through an education nonprofit event. Married. Not from around here. We both kept it strictly physical. Once in a hotel during a conference. Once when he passed through town. That one was... kind of eye-opening. I didn't even feel bad after."

I exhaled slowly and asked "Do you regret any of them?"

She studied me for a moment. "Nope. No regrets."

"I'm guessing you're hoping I'll be number seven?" I asked her.

"Not guessing or hoping. I know you'll be number seven," Michelle said, completely sure of herself.

She stood up and slipped the jacket off her arms. She started to walk around the counter, coming towards me, as she pulled her sports bra off, leaving her breasts exposed. When she reached me, she dropped to her knees, unbuttoned my jeans, and yanked them and my boxers down to my ankles.

She wrapped her hand around my growing cock and rubbed it up and down, swirling her tongue around my tip as I grew to my full length and thickness. Michelle stared up at me as she put her lips around my shaft and, in one swift motion, swallowed my cock whole, burying her nose in my groin.

"Fuck," I moaned.

"That's what I thought," she said, briefly taking me out of her mouth. She went right back to bobbing her head up and down. I put my hand gently on the back of her head, helping to guide her up and down as she used her mouth on the entirety of my cock, while keeping one hand wrapped around the base, and using her other hand to massage my ballsack.

"Fuck," I moaned again.

Taking me out of her mouth, Michelle giggled and said, "Now try telling me that Taylor is better."

Michelle stood up, grabbing me by the hand, and we started to walk towards the living room after I kicked my jeans and boxers off. She guided me towards her couch and commanded me to lay on it, after she helped me take my shirt off.

Michelle stood at the edge of the rug, eyes locked on mine as I leaned back into the couch. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her joggers and slowly eased them down, letting them slide over her hips and thighs. Her legs were smooth and toned, and her dark panties clung tightly to her body.

As she stepped out of the joggers, I couldn't stop staring. The thin fabric of her underwear left little to the imagination. I could see the soft outline of her lips, the subtle dip where her folds met, the slight dampness darkening the fabric between her legs. It was the first time I'd seen her like that, and it stopped my breath cold.

She took a step forward, the corner of her mouth lifting.

"Still glad you came?" she asked, her voice low and knowing.

I swallowed hard and nodded, completely lost in her.

Without looking away, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and peeled them down slowly. The fabric clung for just a second before sliding past the curve of her hips. Inch by inch, she exposed herself, revealing smooth skin and soft folds glistening faintly in the light. No trimming, no pretense--just bare, warm, and real.

She let the panties fall to the floor and stood tall, letting me look, knowing exactly what I was seeing. With my cock pointing straight up in the air, Michelle grabbed onto it as she climbed onto the couch, guiding my tip into her wet, warm vagina.

As she slid down my shaft, I could feel an instant difference between her and Taylor's tightness. Michelle was definitely more open, but still felt amazing. But, the way she could roll her hips made a world of difference. I put my hands on them as she moved back and forth, and watched as my cock slid in and out of her pussy. Michelle closed her eyes, softly moaning as she rode me.

"I told you I knew this would happen," she said.

"Does Taylor know this was your plan today?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course," she confirmed what I knew.

As good as it felt with her watching me and as hot as it was to see her naked, I did feel like she had a bit too much power right now. And was enjoying it way too much. When she closed her eyes again, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and started to sit up. Michelle gasped as my cock slipped out of her and I rolled us over on the couch.

I looked into her eyes as we moved our bodies to the correct position, with one of her legs up on the top of the couch, her other leg lifted up in the air, and me in between them. At first, she didn't seem too happy to have lost control, but as I slid my cock back into her, her expression melted into pleasure.

As I pushed all the way inside, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, letting her know that I was now in control. I started to slowly thrust back and forth, grinding my groin into hers while neither one of us averted our gaze.

I started to go a little harder, a little faster, until Michelle's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a loud, sexual moan. At that moment, I let go of her wrists and leaned down to kiss, lick, and suck on her nipples for the first time. The closer I got, the more I noticed just how different they were from Taylor's. Michelle's areolas were darker, slightly puffier, firmer against my tongue. I couldn't pick which one I liked better. They were both amazing.

Continuing to thrust in and out of her, I kissed my way up her chest to her neck, softly sucking her skin into my mouth before letting go and moving to a different area. Laying more flat on her now, I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest as our bodies rocked together. My lips finally found hers and we shared a very passionate and hot kiss as her hips moved up, meeting mine as they slammed into her.

When the kiss ended, Michelle giggled and said, "All the guys I've slept with, we usually made out for the first time before he was in me. I knew you would be different."

I growled softly as I went back to kissing her neck. I had had my arms on the armrest of the couch, above her head, using it as a support to help fuck her, but I brought one of my arms down now, placing my hand on her hip, and lifting her up, slightly adjusting our position. I then moved it up her body, cupped and squeezed her breast, and finished by gently wrapping my fingers around her throat.

"Have any of your side pieces really made you theirs? Or have you always been in control?" I whispered into her ear.

Michelle gulped hard before saying, "This is nothing."

I laughed louder and said, "I don't believe you. You wanted to be in control. You wanted to ride me and just have me lay here. You get off on the planning, the sneaking, the thrill of having a man at your beck and call. Guess what, Michelle? That won't be me."

I gently squeezed around her neck before continuing, "If you want me to stop, say so now."

I watched her for a second, but she didn't say anything or make any motion, besides her hips moving up.

"I knew it. I can tell by how your body is reacting. You want this. You want somebody to dominate you. You want somebody to make you feel how you think you make them feel. Don't you? Don't lie to me now, Michelle," I said as I put just a little bit more pressure on her throat and pinned her to the couch with my body slamming into her.

"Yes," she managed to breath out in between moans.

"Do you want me to cum inside you?" I asked next, releasing a little pressure from her neck.

"Yes," she said again.

"Beg for it," I told her.

"Please. Cum inside me. I need it. I crave it. I want it so bad," Michelle said, her body starting to squirm.

"How bad?" I asked her, knowing I was getting close.

"So bad. I'll do anything for it," she said.

"Well... too bad," I said, pulling out of her.

I quickly wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock and stroked up and down until I started to orgasm. I moaned loudly as I came, aiming my tip at her stomach and watching as rope after rope of cum shot out and fell onto her.

"Because I told you, Michelle. With me, you're not in control," I finished as I leaned back on my calves.

"Oh my gosh!" Michelle moaned out, her body violently releasing her own orgasm.

As she calmed down from her orgasm and her eyes opened up, I asked her, "So, are you satisfied now? Finally got me in you, just like you wanted."

Michelle smiled, looking down at my cum on her stomach, and said, "I kinda was hoping you'd finish in me."

I shook my head and climbed off the couch. I went to find my clothes while Michelle continued to lay on the couch, in post-sex bliss.

Just before I went to leave, I walked over to the couch and she opened her eyes when she felt my presence. I leaned down, brushing my fingers across both of her breasts before wrapping them around her throat. I whispered in her ear, "You may forget how my cock felt inside you or how hot my cum was on your skin, but you'll never forget my fingers around your throat."

I pressed my lips against hers, passionately kissing her, before I turned and left her house, refusing to look back and see her still covered in my cum.

Late that night, after my daughters were asleep in their beds, and Taylor and I were in our bed, she finally asked me what happened at Michelle's. Since she got home, I could tell that it had been eating away at her. Pointed glances when we were briefly alone before being interrupted. Staring out into space as she went into deep thought. Her mouth opening, then closing.

"I fucked her," I said.

"I figured as much. I knew you couldn't resist. Tell me about it," Taylor said, laying on her side, facing me, using her hand to hold up her head.

As I started to explain to her just what I did with her sister, Taylor moved her free hand down to my groin, placing it on my cock. The farther I got into what happened, the faster she rubbed and the harder I grew. When I told her about me flipping Michelle around and taking control over her, Taylor slipped her hand into my pajamas and wrapped her hand around my shaft.

Her stroking got faster and faster as I explained how I lightly choked Michelle. When I told Taylor what I whispered in Michelle's ear, Taylor pulled my boxers down. As I reached the climax of my time with Michelle, Taylor threw the blanket off us, mounted my groin, pulled her pajamas to the side, and swiftly had me inside her.

Taylor started to roll her hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her, as I finished the story with what I said to Michelle right before I left. Looking down at me, she asked, "Would you sleep with her again?"

"Maybe. I would rather just sleep with you," I told her.

"Even knowing that I get so turned on at the thought of you with another woman?" She countered back.

"But, it's your sister. It was hard enough to leave the cabin after what happened and say goodbye to everybody. Now I'm supposed to go to dinner with them all, look everybody in the eyes, and not let it out that I've fucked two of them?" I said as I put my hands on Taylor's hips and started to push up with my hips.

"I hate that it turns me on. But, it does. Especially knowing that she's done it with other guys. And now you. And that after you, she's likely to sleep with somebody else. It's weird because I would never go sleep with someone else. But, you? I want you to sleep with others, if you want," Taylor responded, starting to bounce harder and faster.

We stopped talking as we got more into it. I moved my hands up her body, under the tank top she wore to bed, sliding them up to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them as she rode me. She put her hands on the bottom of her tank top and pulled it off before she leaned down, kissing me passionately. I let go of her breasts, feeling her hard nipples against my chest after I quickly pulled my shirt off, and wrapped my arms around her body.

Our hips rocked as one, working together to slide my cock in and out of her. Our tongues swirled together inside our mouths, going from her mouth to my mouth over and over. I moved my hands down to her buttcheeks, squeezing them hard and pushing her more into me as she fucked me.

When the kiss ended, Taylor kept her head next to mine, softly moaning in my ear. I kissed all over her neck and upper shoulder. "I'm so close. Will you finish me off?" She whispered in my ear, her riding slowing down.

In response, I flipped us over, sliding out of Taylor's vagina as I moved down her body, ending at her groin. I slid a finger inside her as I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue back and forth on it.

"That's it. Right there. Harder. Oh God. Christopher... I'm... YES!" As Taylor started to orgasm, she put her hands on my head, pushing down on it while her hips pressed up, squeezing my head between the two. I felt her pussy clenching around my fingers as her juices flowed out and I pushed against her clit with my tongue until she started to come down from it.

When her climax was over, I moved back up her body, and my cock easily slid into her well-lubed vagina. I wasted no time before I was thrusting back and forth, fucking her as hard and fast as I could. Her moans got louder and louder as I got closer and closer, pushing myself up above her and looking down as her body moved with every hard thrust of my hips.

"Oh my God!" I moaned out when I started to cum, pushing as deep into her as I could get. I could feel my cock inside her, pulsing as the cum shot out of it. Taylor continued to moan under me, her hips rising and lowering as she used her pussy to milk my cock.

"Fuck," I said as I lowered down, laying on her body and our lips meeting in a passionate embrace as I went limp and fell out of her.

"I love you," Taylor said after she caught her breath.

"I love you, too," I responded a few moments later.

She rolled over, putting her arm over my chest, and her head on my shoulder. We laid together, naked, lost in our thoughts. I was still thinking about Michelle and what Taylor said.

I wasn't sure what Taylor was thinking, but got a good idea when she looked up, kissed my cheek, and said, "We should go hiking next weekend. Just you and me. I'll wear the shorts you really like."